anchor salted harbor shelter stay

you pull up your anchor and
the rusted chains surface link
by link from the water. each
a memory, each a prey to salted
winds, increasingly susceptible
to fading from me. the oceans
come calling. the unknown
pulls you. it is as irresistible
as gravity of a million moons,
for you. i am the shore, love.
inconsiderate waves, insensitive
undercurrents intrude relentlessly,
they eradicate your mark
on my sand. i try to hold
on to you but i am water. i said
i am sand. am i harbor? only
for you but one never to return to.
and i lose you. link by link.
memory by memory. the horizons
pull your eyes. meanwhile i try
to hold on to the last link.
the first link. the best link.
i try hiding it in a shell. maybe
it will be a pearl - that morning
you came and looked as beautiful
as radiance of a million suns
to me, were you pulling towards
a shelter we mistakenly thought
you would want longer
than your stay



2015.nov.13

for all the loves we entrust to the ground

Let them judge if I offend when I choose not to walk solemnly on consecrated grounds,
I would rather trample and stomp on rain puddles and be condemned in the eyes of men.

For I believe all we bury are our loves that the body cannot contain in your absence.
I like to believe you are far, elsewhere, gleeful; and have no use for my desolation.

But if the afterlife is after all where we leave you, I walk as you’ve known me walk,
so you may hear the familiar tempo of my footfalls, and know I have never let you go.



2015.nov.02